The joy of
Friendship is often
Felt yet rarely
Seen it arrive
Quickly like snowdrops
Popping through April
Snow shades like
Oaks on hot
July afternoons leaps
Like October leaves
And blankets like
January snow and
Through these all
The roots continues
To spread assuring
That not even
Typhoons can topple
What we are
And in my
Sleep it came
Carried on the
Wings of angels
Insight and rest
It bathed me
In understanding like
A warm robe
After cool bath
We’re friends friends
That love kiss
And enjoy each
Others company we
Are tending each
Other like plants
Watering and pruning
Watching the other
Grow and Blossom
There’s no label
Or expectation simply
The knowledge that
We’re in each
Others lives and
This brings joy
Relationships are my
Blind spot I
Simply pour myself
Like syrup on
Pancakes heavily sweet
Onto them getting
Consumed then discarded
Alone I’d rather
Be for me
The relationship with
Me I know
Well but others
Oh no not
That let me
Be joyously alone
I always thought
That the first
Was the start
Of many others
The first date
That first kiss
The first undressing
But now it
Seems that the
First is also
The unfortunate end
A set of
Ones never to
Be repeated divisible
By itself and
Like me alone
I knew immediately
After felt the
Change no longer
Wandering and wanton
Your hand simply
Curled in mine
Unmoving not exploring
More out of
Respect not affection
Short lived we
Are like a
Firecracker all pop
Now fizz you
Don’t need to
Say anything your
Silence is deafening
Friends I guess
Now we are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 